"What's the matter?, the Mo family is very powerful?" Seeing the expressions of several people, Wan Er couldn't help but ask.

"It seems that this side has to be seen. Wang Zhili said.

"The art of war, Confucianism, Taoism, and ink, coupled with the vertical and horizontal people, are the six major factions in the world, each with its own strengths and weaknesses, such as Fu Junqing, is the soldier who kills, the king's gift, and the Confucianism of benevolence. Zhao Tianlang explained.

"There are many generals in the military family, and most of the generals who are powerful in the world are soldiers, benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith are the core of Confucianism, and most of them are people who are worried about the country and the people. ”

"And the Mo family, although ranked at the bottom, but it is precisely the most terrifying among them, there are more than a million ink people in the world, and there are countless ink heroes in the rivers and lakes, scattered all over the place, the giants ascend to the heights, and the Mo family is exhausted, even those big countries are difficult to beat. ”

"This is not the most terrifying, the art of the Mo family is even more powerful, and all kinds of equipment can be called ingenious, including reconnaissance Muluan, car, crossbow car, and transfer machine are all sharp weapons for attacking cities and grabbing land. Zhao Tianlang said eloquently, in fact, everyone here didn't know that other people had already heard about the Mo family.

"This can also make sense, if Ning Qingwei is a member of the Mo family, and Xiuchun Building is the property of the Mo family, no one dares to move a single bit. Fu Junqing continued his words.

Hearing that he was distracted for a while, he really had never heard of it when he was investigating Mu Luan or something, and he couldn't imagine that there was such an organization in this world.

"If it's really as we guessed, I'm afraid what we're about to see is a big man, the person who carries the Mo family, the giant Mo Zizhai. Wang Zhili said again.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go. After listening to their words, Wan Er said, he is itching in his heart now, the rest is not important, and he has to get a few mechanical devices to say anything.

When she went out, just as Ning Qingwei said, there were already people waiting at the door, and it seemed that she had expected that a few people would definitely not refuse.

Dressed in black, it is the hallmark of Moxia, and his resolute face and eagle-like eyes speak of his extraordinaryness.

Without speaking, he went straight forward, and Wan Er and the others naturally followed.

The further he went, the more surprised he became, he had walked this road thousands of times, and he could already see the place he was familiar with and could no longer be familiar, and he didn't know if his three broken huts were still there.

He couldn't have imagined that there would be such a hidden character in the place where he had lived for 20 years, who would it be? Aunt Zhang, Uncle Wang, or Aunt Li?

Wan Er actually had a trace of homesickness in his heart, he hadn't come back for several months, things were no longer people, and he didn't know what face to face those acquaintances.

"Yo, Aunt Zhang, your daughter is really getting more and more beautiful, it's not wrong for a female college to be eighteen, when she was a child, it was called a ......"

"That's called an ugly. ”

The last sentence he almost muttered, and the voice was only audible to him.

Stepping on the familiar street, looking at the familiar people, he said the familiar words, wanting to look like before, helpless, and never going back.

He was greeted with a polite smile and a little frightened look, and he realized that since he changed into a costume and stepped on the bluestone alley on a rainy night, he had already cut off everything in the past, and they were no longer people of the same world.

Continuing to move forward, Wan Er passed by his three thatched houses, he didn't stop, didn't even take a second look, but the tenderness in his eyes couldn't be erased.

The carp jumped over the dragon gate, and how could the three thatched houses settle down.

This is no longer destined to be his way, it is better to remember everything, and maybe you can dream back in the dead of night.

"Iron old man, is that you?" Finally, the man led them to a halt in front of a dozen iron shops.

The man who had been made an old man by Manji was sitting in front of the shop napping, and his exclamation did not open the man's eyes, business in such a small village was naturally light, he was wearing a short coat, a somewhat yellowish towel around his neck, and a standard blacksmith's outfit.

He is a giant of the Mo family? This is also incredible, such a bad old man can be the leader of the Mo family, some time ago he also heard that this iron old man stole the daughter-in-law of Uncle Wang next door, and almost didn't come up to Uncle Wang, and now he has become a big man, this Mo family may not be very reliable.

"My lord, the man has arrived. The man whispered in the old man's ear.

The snoring stopped, and several people had some nervousness in their hearts, but also a sense of oppression, how could they be calm in the face of characters who had been famous all over the world decades ago.

"I've seen Mo Lao. "Everyone bowed down and saluted, respectfully, except, of course, Wan Er.

He didn't answer, just sat on the stool and waved his hand, and couldn't help but yawn, with a little impatience on his face.

No one felt anything wrong, this was the attitude he should have, and it was an honor for them to be able to see him.

"Old man Tie, are you the giant of the Mo family?" Wan Er couldn't help but ask, he didn't care so much.

"Wan boy, how can you talk to me. Mo Zizhai said half-jokingly.

Although he did not care, the man who brought them did not, and his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

"King Knife. Mo Zizhai scolded him before he stopped moving.

"Since you are the giant of the Mo family, who is Uncle Wang and his mother-in-law?" Wan Er said, which made Mo Zizhai's expression stunned, this kid really can't open a pot, so he should give him a knife.

"Ahem, have you eaten?" he coughed to hide his embarrassment.

"Senior Mo, I don't know what you want me to wait for?" Zhao Tianlang couldn't help but ask, only then did he successfully pull the topic back, this Waner didn't ask about serious things, but he wanted to talk about those evil ways.

When Mo Zizhai heard his words, he looked carefully, as if he wanted to see Zhao Tianlang through, under his eyes, Zhao Tianlang had an illusion that everything about himself seemed to have been mastered by the other party.

"It's not bad, that old guy has a good apprentice. Mo Zizhai said.

"Have you seen my master?" Zhao Tianlang exclaimed.

Since he came down the mountain, he has never seen the master again, and he has been together for ten years, and that person has long been regarded by him as a father-like existence, and he teaches people to do things, how can he not be lovesick.

He still remembers the situation of going down the mountain at that time, and he didn't look back until he was successful, and on the day he reached the top, when he said goodbye, a sentence still echoed in his ears.

After dominating the world, he was willing to be trapped in the barren mountains, and he had been preparing for more than ten years just to return the world to a peace, and he volunteered to draw the ground as a prison.

"If it weren't for that old fellow's hard work, I wouldn't have bothered to care about your. Mo Zizhai said.

"Where is he?" Zhao Tianlang asked eagerly, secretly, the old man was still paving the way for him, his only apprentice, his only relative.

"How do I know that this world is not for him to swim. Mo Zizhai said indifferently.

The two of them are Tianjiao of the same era, the years are not forgiving, and who can resist the time, in the blink of an eye, they are full of gray hair, retired to the rivers and lakes, and hide their merits and fame, this world, after all, is still young.

After that, he didn't pay attention to Zhao Tianlang anymore, but turned his gaze to Fu Junqing.